One breath of primordial chaos fills my form,
With Yu’s steps I ascend to the light of Yangming,
Heaven turns and earth revolves beneath the Six Jia,
I tread the Dipper and the stars, in harmony with the Nine Spirits…
After Li Ye learned Taoist arts from a strange old man who talked in riddles, his life took a bizarre and fantastical turn.
A weasel spirit asks him to grant it a title? No problem!
Li Ye: “Do you speak English?”
The weasel spirit looks completely baffled. “Huh?”
A modern urban cultivation story.
